Extract
This week in June is always difficult for me. Six years ago over the Youth Day weekend, I found a lump in my right breast.
I remember everything about that day. A cold morning and a gloriously warm middle of the day that I spent with my lovely niece Zoe. We had breakfast. And laughed. Shopped. And laughed. Teased each other. And laughed. Up to that point, it was a good day.